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Flowing Through

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

Copyright – Ron Pruitt

I remember the clouds. Big white cotton balls, rolling across the sky, casting shadows on the landscape of my life.

Waiting for you under those clouds, I sought comfort from the scorching heat that left my palms wet and my throat dry.

But you never showed up…and I kept waiting. On the bus stop without a schedule. On the road that led to nowhere.

Time slipped by and my hair turned another shadeof grey. I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up, I saw you leaving.

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65 thoughts on “Flowing Through”

That’s really beautiful. I can imagine a country & western singer grabbing it and convert it to their genre.
Most of us have such regrets, missed those opportunities, woke up just too late. None of this character forming no matter what they say.
Love the clouds. I have in the past been a member of the Cloud Appreciation Society – you get a badge and a certificate – it was a birthday present, I must add.

Beautiful imagery and language. How tragic that she wasted her life waiting. For your narrator it’s another person, but really, how much of our lives do we all waste dreaming, or waiting for a more suitable/less busy time to do something, and before we know it, we’ve missed our chance. Life is short. Grab it.

Actually, my narrator was talking about her life. I was thinking how most of the time we just sit and wait for life to happen, until finally we end up with so much regret. Thank you so much for such an insightful comment, Margaret. Always a pleasure to read your thoughts.

It’s hard to be watchful continuously. We tire, fall asleep, and miss the boat (or in this case, bus). Beautifully written. I especially like the line about “the clouds casting shadows on the landscape of my life.”